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The Tail of a Lonely Fox!

Well, I grew up in Northern Saskatchewan roaming the wilderness as most of us do (maybe not everyone but in my case it was, everyone I knew that is.) I was raised in a native village with a population of less than a 100 people. Among that many people I never quite figured out how they didn't catch that I was a Fox, maybe it was my cuddly fur or my puppy look but they seemed to accept me just fine.

I started getting interested in building furniture when I was in high school, but with a limited amount of tools and resources it was hard ( we didn't have much in the village I grew up) so I had eventually moved to the city to find work and pursue a career in woodworking.
It is tough being a Fox in the city! I didn't know what I was doing, it was a huge culture shock!!! I had No friends, I had No family, it was just Me. I stayed with some people I didn't really know at the time, they were relatives of some friends of mine from back home ( up north we call it) but still it was quite lonely.

After a time struggling (aka dirt broke wondering the streets looking for a job and just BARELY making rent payments plus ready to join the army because I had give up on building furniture) I finally got a stable job in carpentry ( I have had jobs before but they didn't work out) The carpentry job eventually renewed my hopes in building one of a kind pieces of furniture. People have told me that I couldn't make a career of building furniture and you won't get rich ( but getting rich is not my first priority) people have done it ( made furniture that is) and I know some. I'm still at the beginning stages of my career and I will keep learning as I go, but so far its been a ride.
Though this story has absolutely nothing do with my tail, I hope you have enjoyed it, this is just a short version maybe I'll write a book some day..... or maybe not.

Foxy.

Gender: Male